The people of Rongcheng all know one thing.
Lin Xiu of the Lin family and Fan Yi of the Fan family are both outstanding figures born in Rongcheng in the past hundred years.
Lin Xiu is also a leader in cultivation among the younger generation.
Only Fan Yi could suppress him before.
And, today’s battle.
It is not only a battle between two young men to clear their names, but also a battle between the first and second places in this martial arts trial.
Of course, this statement had to be made before.
After all, everyone now knows that Fan Yi has lost all his cultivation. What was originally a battle of equal strength turned out to be without any suspense.
Lin Xiu, a young man in black robe, looked at Fan Yi and said expressionlessly:
"Fan Yi, you should know that you have no cultivation at all and you shouldn't be here. I'll give you a chance. If you give in now, you might still be able to survive."
Hear the words.
The young man Fan Yi flicked his clothes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said:
"Brother Lin Xiu, don't worry. Since I was able to defeat you half a year ago, I can do the same today. Oh, by the way! My cultivation is not completely lost now. I should have at least returned to the third level."
Lin Xiu looked silent and said in a deep voice:
"With the cultivation of the Three Realms, you should be more aware of the difference between the Three Realms and the Fourth Realms."
Fan Yi smiled and nodded.
Answered:
"Of course! When I was in the Fourth Realm, you were just a Third Realm monk. Even if I am a lower realm than you now, my understanding of the Fourth Realm will only be much greater than yours."
moment.
Lin Xiu glanced at Fan Yi with vivid eyes, sighed softly, and said:
"In this case, I won't be polite. This time it shouldn't be considered bullying."
Fan Yi smiled and replied:
"It doesn't count."
I saw.
Lin Xiu, in black robe, held the handle of the broadsword tightly and threw the tip of the knife to the ground.
Lin Xiu suddenly exerted force, dragging the broad knife and running towards Fan Yi. He saw countless sparks from the friction between the tip of the knife and the ground.
Fan Yi hurriedly took a small step forward, made a fist stance, and looked at the boy with the knife warily.
When Lin Xiu ran closer, he grabbed the handle of the knife with his left hand, holding the knife with both hands, flipped the blade 180 degrees, lifted it up and slashed down.
The wind brought by the broad knife whirred!
Seeing this, Fan Yi suddenly turned sideways to avoid it, and the black iron broadsword just stuck to his clothes and fell down very quickly.
Bang!
The blade struck through the air and cut straight into the bluestone ground. Several cracks appeared in this hard bluestone slab.
Fan Yi raised his right fist and hit Lin Xiu's jaw without any explanation.
Lin Xiu was not in a hurry, but showed a sly expression.
He twisted his body again, gripped the broadsword tightly, and pulled back.
The ghastly blade slashed towards Fan Yi's arm.
Fan Yi had to retract his arms first, stamp his feet on the ground, and slide out. It was just a path that could avoid the sweeping sweep.
Everything happened so fast.
After the two of them stood firm, the people watching in the audience cheered.
Only Ning Beimen looked at Fan Yi coldly and cursed in his heart:
"This loser still has a few tricks up his sleeve in the martial arts. But when the broad-sword boy uses the spiritual power of the four realms, let's see if you can still handle it!"
The young man in black robe glanced at Fan Yi's right hand, then bared his teeth with a ferocious expression and said:
"I will add spiritual power to this sword, be careful!"
The words fell.
I saw the young man in black robe holding the handle of the knife with one hand, the tiger's mouth of his left hand facing the back of the knife, and wiping it on.
The moment the black iron broadsword was blessed by spiritual power, it made a vibrating buzzing sound, as if a dead object was about to come to life.
The monks of the Fourth Realm have already opened up the Qi Palace in their Dantian, which can convert the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into spiritual power and store it in the Qi Palace.
When necessary, the spiritual power of the Qi Palace can be mobilized to bless the limbs and bones, as well as weapons.
As a result, this weapon is far beyond ordinary weapons in terms of strength and sharpness.
And Fan Yi, whose cultivation level is only in the third level.
He could only breathe in the spiritual energy and benefit from it, but he could not turn the spiritual energy into spiritual power.
So in this aspect, it is obviously a failure.
When everyone saw Lin Xiu pouring spiritual power into the dark iron broadsword.
They all looked at Fan Yi in unison.
Everyone was looking forward to whether this broad sword would be used to split this handsome and tall young man in half.
On the side, the Fan family all looked at the sword in Lin Xiu's hand warily.
Fan Zhefu has already been secretly using his spiritual power. If something happens, he may have to stop it.
After all, being injured and being killed are two different outcomes.
Even if he broke the rules and lost face, he could never watch his son being killed with his own eyes.
Ning Beimen looked at the seats of the Fan family with a silent expression, and became wary in his heart.
Ning Beimen thought:
"If Fan Zhefu dares to intervene later, don't blame me for being cruel!"
However.
Everyone saw that Fan Yi was still standing so quietly.
He drooped his arms slightly, but there was no sign of any spiritual power wandering around.
Everyone looked at it and shook their heads in unison.
Someone said:
"Master Fan Yi really has no cultivation. It seems that Lin Xiu will completely trample him under his feet this time."
"The once talented boy has been reduced to becoming a stepping stone for others."
"Oh, what a pity..."
Lin Xiu suddenly ran forward with a knife, but instead of using chopping moves, he pushed out the broad knife, pointing directly at Fan Yi's lower abdomen.
The tip of the knife was about to hit him.
Still no movement was seen from Fan Yi. He seemed to have given up resistance and was going to die calmly.
Everyone at the Fan family's table clenched their fists and their eyes widened.
Getting closer!
The people in the audience turned their heads one after another, unable to bear to see the bloody scene that was about to happen.
Crisis time!
A tiger's roar sounded. The sound was deep and deep, and it only shook people's minds.
A "bang" sound!
When everything was clearly seen, the broad knife originally held by the black-robed Lin Xiu was broken into two pieces, and the head of the knife had fallen to the ground.
Fan Yi's fist passed through the break of the broad knife and landed directly on Lin Xiu's heart.
The young man in black robe stood on the spot, looking straight at Fan Yi with an incredible look in his eyes.
Then a touch of bright red blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth, dyeing the black robe even darker.
There was another "bang" sound.
The remaining half of the blade fell out of Lin Xiu's hand.
Fan Yi retracted his arm expressionlessly and said:
"Lin Xiu, you lose."
There was an uproar in the audience, everyone didn't know what happened before.
Lin Xiuqiang took a breath and asked breathlessly:
"Why can you break my sword even though you only have three levels of cultivation? Why on earth is this?"
Fan Yi replied:
"Fist intention!"
"Fist intention?" Lin Xiu's expression was extremely shocked.
He seemed relieved for a moment, then turned around and walked back to the Lin family's seat step by step.
But his steps were extremely heavy, and with every step he took, a mouthful of blood would come out of his mouth.
finally.
"Plop!"
The young man in black robe fell to the ground.
now.
Only the city lords Qin Sheng and Ning Jun saw the clues.
Qin Sheng's expression became more exciting and he kept nodding.
On the side, Ning Beimen was burning with anger, and his eyes were so cold that it made people tremble.
Qin Sheng stood up and slowly walked towards Fan Yi, smiling and saying:
"You are very good. Although your cultivation is only in the third level, you can understand the true meaning of martial arts."
"Little master of martial arts! Very good, very good."
Fan Yi hugged his fists towards the city lord Qin Sheng and said nothing.
Qin Sheng patted Fan Yi on the shoulder and whispered:
"You go back and have a good rest, don't think about anything else."
Fan Yi nodded again, then turned and walked towards the Fan family's seat.
Everyone in the audience seemed to have reacted, and some couldn't help shouting:
"Master Fan Yi is so powerful!"
"Master Fan Yi is invincible!"
now.
Fan Zhefu looked at Fan Yi who was walking slowly, his eyes turned red again, but he held it back.
Netherworld.
The cultivators are very strong, and the martial arts practitioners are second best, but they are not without their merits.
However, a sixteen-year-old boy who is capable of cultivation is also a little master of martial arts.
This is rare in the entire Qingyun Prefecture. The ruler of the Nether Realm, the Martial Immortal King, is such a person.
Which one is more important, Qin Sheng already has a choice.
Even though this choice may be risky, it’s worth a try!
